"I'm a mess!" she said. One hand went to her hair. It was longer on one side than the other, where it had burned off. "I'm embarrassed to be seen like... this!" she moaned. "My hair! My beautiful hair!" Your hair isn't what makes you beautiful," he said.She turned around and came to him, hugging him. Then she wanted a kiss. This time he let himself kiss her back. It was delicious.She leaned back, keeping her loins welded to his, and rubbed him gently with her mons. "I'm still horny." She looked up. I turned to look at him then, and god, his eyes were so pretty, so sad, and even showed a glitter of liquid. He was near tears? That shocked me, because I think there is little that is more touching than a strong young man ready to cry because of you. (If you are not touched, you are the devil, and it is no wonder he is crying.) My heart started to race the way it had this morning, my hand just itching to turn and hold his. So I quickly told him I forgave him, that I totally understood why he. Hefelt that every act he did seemed to be taking away more and more ofhis masculinity. As Adam looked at the face that he had coated inmakeup by himself, Adam felt that maleness was relegated to his past.It seemed to him to be nothing more than a happy memory. Adam figuredthat he would never get the chance to revisit it.Adam put on the two inch heels that Nicola told him to wear and headedout of the apartment with his pocketbook. He walked out of hisbuilding without incident. He walked down the. I slowly turned him to face me. As I did his lovely little hard cock slowly came into view. I stopped turning his body when he was standing sideways in front of me. His not quite six inches long hard cock was pointing straight from his body. I turned him a little more and now his cock was pointing right at me. I saw the thin line of short fuzzy pubes that lined the base of his hard cock. There was about a half inch of bare skin from his cock to where his pubes started and the line of hair was.